K.T. surveyed the friends gathered around her in their “clubhouse” behind her home. The three of them had been best friends and neighbors since kindergarten. She knew they would help her.
“I have a problem,” K.T. said as she pulled a tiny orange fluff ball from her backpack. “I found her by the side of the road. We have to find her a home. Isn’t she precious?” K.T. rubbed the white patch between the kitty’s ears, allowing the kitten to lick her palm. “I can’t keep her, but I want to find the best home for her. What do you think, Connie?” K.T. asked her best friend as she handed the kitten to her.
Connie pushed her long brown hair behind her right ear and cradled the kitty against her chin. “Pobrecita, poor little one,” she cooed. “I know we can’t keep her. Our two dogs would eat her up. What about you, Summer?” Connie set the tiny bundle on her friend’s head.
Summer’s short blonde curls made a soft bed, but she pulled the kitten to her lap and stroked its silky fur. “No way. Mom and Doc said no more strays after the last cat. Just because my stepdad is a veterinarian doesn’t mean we can rescue every animal. But I do know the perfect place for her. I’ll give you a hint: It’s home to the world’s most famous teenage monarch.”
“Who’s that? Prince William?” asked Travis, Summer’s stepbrother, walking up behind the three friends. K.T. quickly hid the kitten behind her. Travis, an eighth-grader, liked to play tricks on her.
“Of course not!” laughed Summer. “AncientEgyptand King Tutankhamun.”
K.T. raised her eyebrows. “Do you mean actually using Professor Castillo’s new microchip?” she asked with excitement. Professor Castillo was Connie’s dad.
“That’s a perfect idea! Roman and I were looking for a way to test it,” interjected Connie. Connie’s thirteen-year-old brother, Roman, had used their father’s invention to build microcomputers for each of them to carry in their backpacks. They could now communicate by using a wireless, handheld device disguised as a key chain. They were
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